
As the year goes by,
my head goes down.
Too heavy were my thoughts,
too constant is the look down
on the world in pixels.
Instead of staring to the sky,
I now stare at ceilings.
Instead of the upright zeal
I exercise horizontal patience.
As the year goes by,
my head goes down.
Too heavy were my thoughts,
too constant is the look down
on the world in pixels.
Instead of staring to the sky,
I now stare at ceilings.
Instead of the upright zeal
I exercise horizontal patience.